Oɳҽʂԋσƚʂ||Jαʅρԋ 𓆦

Sick in Bed

        A stinging pain stung his throat as his timer blared to wake him up for classes. He shuffled in bed trying to ignore both the pains.

A huff was attempted but only to be stopped by his freckled nose being clogged, feeling like he was being suffocated, ear's popping.

Jack snatched his phone, turning off the alarm with another huff only for nose to ache more. The light blinded him seeing the time, 6:30am.

A rough groan, which hurt like a mother fucker, passed through his severely chapped lips with glossy eyes. Why, just why me

He placed a hand on his bare chest feeling it, like tons were weighing in it. Only one option came to mind to fix his problems, his roommate.

"Raaaaalllppppphhhh..!" His voice croaked in and out of audibly.

Jack grabbed a small fluffy blanket, that he stole from Ralph, wrapping around his shoulders as a wave of coldness brush him.

His door slowly opened, soft yellow light spilling into the room. A royal blue rope, grey shirt, checkered pants and fluffy slippers dressed on his roommates fair skin.

"What Jack, what is it." Subtle wrinkles were sketched under Ralph's eyes, studying for much longer then he should the night before.

"I'm sickkkkkkk" The red head whined, rubbing his sore throat.

"Oh yes you are, you look like shit."

He bundled the blanket up to his nose, feeling frost bitten. "Thanks smartass." Jack mumbled through the fabric.

"Can you please stay with me?" The red head muttered.

"Can't, I have a big test today and I don't want your germs."

"Please Ralphie, I-I'll do your test tomorrow!"

"That makes no sense if I miss today and then I can still take it tomor-"

"Please! I had him last year, he loves me.. unlike you!" Jack pouted, hoping guilt tripping Ralph would work. It didn't.

"Don't be absurd, you'll be fine."

"Whatever, you never care.." he hushed the last part.

The blonde rolled his eyes before leaving the sickly room, a pissy Jack all alone in the dark, always had his little mood swings when he didn't get his way.

He never fancy the dark, the feeling of emptiness was always associated to that in his books.

Jack slowly slid his weak body back under the cover to keep warm. His blood felt warm under skin freckled skin.

The red head did have feelings for the blonde, acting as if they were only friendly feelings. He knew it was bullshit but it kept him sane.

With feeling like absolutely shit, Ralph's reaction didn't make him feel any better, but in fact worse.

He closed his blues slowly, not trying to fight the tiredness, and feel back into his uncomfortable slumber.

-
Jack woke up with a cold sweat, light spewing from the cream colored curtains.

He sat up, the blanket slipping from his pale shoulders, rubbing his messy curls as his eyes stung. Falling asleep probably wasn't the best idea for being so sick.

His hand stayed entangled in his red locks as a sticky feeling absorbed in it. Lovely ain't it

Tenderly sliding his legs from the comforter, his night stand caught his attention. On it sat a cup of water, droplets sliding down, a poppyseed muffin with baby blue wrapping and a folded paper.

He blinked at the paper, grasping the sheet for writing to be painted on.

I'm sorry I can't stay home with you... but here's some water and your favorite muffin to help! Feel better 🖤

Maybe once you feel better, we can grab some ice cream together? Me and you?
-Ralph

Red blossomed on his cheeks reading the sweet letter from Ralph, a sweet type of sickness pooled in his stomach.

He tried his best not to smile, grabbing the muffin and nibbling at it.

___________________
I swear I'm losing my ability on
Writing ☕️

There may be some spelling mistakes, I tried my best but at the moment I'm having a issue that helps